Let me tell y’all about the most ridiculous date I’ve ever been on.

For weeks, this man was in my DMs non-stop. Compliments every day, begging me to give him a chance, promising me the world if I’d just let him take me out. At first, I ignored it. Then I thought, “Okay, maybe he’s persistent because he’s serious. Maybe he’s actually different.” Spoiler: he wasn’t.

So I finally said yes. He picks the restaurant, makes it sound like it’s about to be this nice little night. I get dressed up, show up, and everything seems fine at first. But halfway through the dinner, he starts acting funny.

Then—this man actually gets up, mumbles some lame excuse, and LEAVES me sitting there. At the table. With a bill I couldn’t even afford on my own. 🙄

Now let’s pause here. Fellas, if you can’t afford to take a woman out, why are you begging for dates? Why are you putting on this front like you can provide an experience when in reality you’re about to leave her stranded with the check? If you’re broke, just say that. Don’t waste people’s time.

And what makes it worse? His excuse. He said the reason he walked out was because I “didn’t know how to eat a steak.” Let that sink in. Out of all the things a man could say, THAT was his problem. Sir, if you really cared, wouldn’t you just… teach me? Isn’t that what being a man is about—guiding, not embarrassing? Instead, he decided to make me feel small, all while proving how fragile his ego really was.

So let’s call it what it is: he wasn’t just broke, he was insecure. Because no man who’s truly confident and masculine is going to ditch a woman over something as petty as steak etiquette. Real men uplift, they don’t humiliate.

And I know people will say, “Well, maybe you shouldn’t have gone out with him.” But here’s the thing: I was honest, I gave him a chance, and he showed his true colors. If anything, he saved me time—because now I know what kind of man he really is.

So yes, I’m exposing him. Not by name, but by behavior. Because the world needs to know how low some men will go to make themselves feel bigger. If you’re going to beg for my time, beg for my attention, and beg for my energy… at least come correct when it counts. Don’t fold under pressure and leave me stranded over a piece of steak.

At the end of the day, I lost a dinner but gained a lesson: persistence doesn’t equal character, and consistency doesn’t equal class. Sometimes, the loudest ones in your DMs are the quietest ones when it’s time to actually show up.

And me? I’ll bounce back. My pockets may have hurt that night, but my standards just got a whole lot higher. 💯